Que Sera Sara?

The space between dawn and Doing Things is exquisite.

Same with a toddler. Post-nap snuggles are particularly precious. You know what screaming and banging are to come when they remember their faculties. Here, in the liminal place, you can both just be soft.

I don’t like to talk in the morning, will actively avoid people. This tranquility is fragile; unwittingly smashed by loud laughter, expectations, things to do.

This sliver of calm is for quiet. Sitting, maybe stretching. A twenty minute interlude to adjust between dreams and life, space to get my shit together, take stock of my day. Only then can I possibly contemplate outside input and not lose me in all the Stuff.